My spy diary

Chapter 95 Crime Scene (please vote)

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Now that Zhang Yi had made a decision, he naturally acted resolutely.

Now he took Monkey, Dai Zhangxiu, and ordered Qian Xiaosan and a few others.

Although several people drank wine, because it was noon, they only tasted it briefly, and no one dared to be too presumptuous.

The group of people all dressed in casual clothes, drove two cars, and arrived at the study apartment with murderous intent.

Different from the splendidly decorated brothels located in prosperous areas, with red lanterns hanging at the door and incense burning, this book apartment called "Qingfeng" opened in an alley.

It is a three-entry courtyard with white walls and green tiles, which looks elegant and peaceful.

The door was closed tightly at the moment. After knocking for a long time, a man with a sinister face and a short jacket opened the door. He frowned and said with a drunken look:

"The gentlemen are all resting. Come back in the evening."

Saying this, he closed the door.

Without Zhang Yi taking action, Qian Xiaosan took out the gun from his waist, pointed it at the man, kicked the door open, and said disdainfully:

"What the hell sir, let your boss come out."

These days, women with both ability and political integrity are not called sir, but high-end prostitutes are also called sir.

The "sir" in the bookstore mainly has two main businesses, drinking tea and chatting with guests, which is called "chachawei", and then going out to accompany the guests, which is called "going out".

First-class book apartments are places where the upper class and dignitaries come to have fun or socialize. The girls in them are bought by their bosses and bustards from an early age to cultivate their talents.

Therefore, most of these people are talented, beautiful, have high emotional intelligence, can chat, know how to communicate, and understand the world.

So calling them "sir" is just like calling some actresses "teacher" as a respectful title for art workers.

After subduing the doorman, Zhang Yi and others filed in. As soon as they entered the small courtyard, a woman wearing embroidered shoes walked out quickly.

She was in her thirties, wearing a plain white cheongsam with a high slit, revealing a slender and smooth thigh.

She has her hair tied up, a wisp of bangs on her forehead, an oval face with delicate makeup, thin eyebrows, a tall nose, a small cherry mouth, a pair of peach blossom eyes that are charming and charming, and she is very charming.

At this moment, she stepped forward quickly, raised her eyebrows, and said coldly:
"You are from that yamen, in broad daylight."

As a bitch, Qian Xiaosan didn't care whether she looked good or not. He didn't give her a chance to speak. He took out his Secret Service ID, flashed it, and scolded:
"The Secret Service is on business, get out of the way."

Then he pushed her roughly and asked:

"Where's the boss?"

The woman who smelled sour and smelled of alcohol frowned secretly and covered her nose with a handkerchief. She wanted to get angry, but the words "Secret Service" seemed to have a kind of magic power. When the woman heard this, she trembled all over, restrained her expression, and said carefully:

"I'm the boss... you guys, I'm doing serious business here...

The girls are all very smart and never cause trouble. What's the matter with you?
Our deputy director here has also been here. "

'What about the deputy chief? Wasn't there a diplomat and deputy minister Tang who colluded with Yoshiko Kawashima before, betrayed intelligence, and was killed by Wang Yaqiao? '

Zhang Yi sneered, not taking the boss's secret threat to heart at all, but at this moment he only came to ask questions, and there was no need to fight. He asked Qian Xiaosan to get out of the way, took over the conversation and said:

"Stop talking nonsense and take us to see Miss Hong Hao."

The boss glanced at Zhang Yi and saw that although he was young, he seemed to be the protagonist. Although he was polite, his words were unquestionable. She looked stern and said cautiously:
"I guess Hong Hao hasn't gotten up yet. Please wait a moment, officials. I'll be back soon." After saying that, he bowed and walked away with small steps.

Zhang Yi and others arrived at a private room in the second entrance. After waiting for a few minutes, before they saw Miss Hong Yan, they heard a frightened scream coming from the backyard.

Zhang Yi and several people quickly walked towards the place where the noise was made.

Halfway through, I saw the boss who was so charming just now running out with bare feet and a look of fear. Her face was pale, her whole body was trembling, and she trembled:
"Dead people are dead."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi's expression changed, he looked around and said sternly:

"Control everyone here immediately."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the room where the boss came out.

The door was open, and the smell of blood hit his face.

The light from the light-transmitting windows softly falls on the exquisite furniture, making the entire house look particularly elegant.

In the main room, where the tea set was placed, a beautiful-looking woman was sitting on a futon. She was wearing a silk pajamas, with her back against the wall.

However, there was a bright boning knife stuck in her chest, and the blood had already stained the hem of her pajamas and futon. She didn't know how long she had been dead.

Love killing? Vendetta?

Zhang Yi's temples couldn't help but jump. If he still had doubts about the Japanese that Dai Zhangxiu mentioned before, he was now almost certain that this person was a Japanese spy.

He also hoped to draw a portrait of this person through Hongyan, but he didn't want the other party to silence him first. "Call Corey and ask the prosecutor and the forensic doctor to come over. By the way, there is also the technical department and ask them to send trace experts over." Zhang Yi ordered the monkey.

Although it is difficult to collect footprints these days, fingerprints are still possible. It is estimated that the chance of the murderer leaving fingerprints is very small, but Zhang Yi does not want to let go of any clues.

The clues to solving the case are always in the details.

Then he said to Qian Xiaosan:

"Immediately take everyone here under control, separate them into custody, and then interrogate them individually. I want to know when was the last time they saw Hong Yao, and whether they heard anything or saw any suspicious people last night. In addition, I want to know about the previous person. Do the Japanese have any impression?"

After a pause, he said with emphasis:

"Especially the boss, he can use any means."

When it was over, he waved to Dai Zhangxiu, who looked nervous, and said:
"I will go back to the police station immediately and ask a few trustworthy people to come over and help."

"Yes." Dai Zhangxiu nodded uneasily. He originally saw Zhang Yi's attention and thought he could make another contribution. Now that everyone is dead, this
Half an hour later, the Jinling Police Department sent a man with a goatee, and the Secret Service Medical Section sent two doctors.

At this moment, Zhang Yi had wrapped his feet in rags and entered the house. He quickly looked around the environment in the house, and then set his eyes on the body.

The deceased's clothes were intact. Although his face was dull and frightened, and his mouth was slightly open, there seemed to be no signs of struggle. The murderer seemed to kill with one blow, fast and accurate.

He had just checked the doors and windows, and there were no signs of violent damage. However, as a well-trained spy, opening doors and breaking windows was just a common occurrence. This kind of meticulous work could only be left to the technical department for investigation.

But the place where the woman named Hongjuan died happened to be next to the tea set, and there was tea on the table. It seemed that she was sitting across from the murderer drinking tea at that time, which means that the murderer must be an acquaintance or a frequent visitor.

The girls here are very realistic. You don't have to spend any money, let alone drink tea with you, they don't even bother to talk to you.

Of course, there is also a possibility that the murderer faked the scene...

The police officer and the forensic doctor were slightly surprised that Zhang Yi entered the crime scene with a "shoe cover".

They took the foot boots from the toolbox, put on gloves, looked at each other hostilely, and entered the room.

Zhang Yi didn't know what the so-called "forensic medicine" skills of the Secret Service were, so he set his sights on the man with a goatee.

This man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a stooped waist. He looked kind-hearted, but gave people a sinister feeling.

He took out a glove point from the bag slung around his waist, looked at the location of the wound a few times, then checked it meticulously from head to toe, and finally focused on the location of the wound again, first pulling out the boning knife He came out, smelled, and gestured.

On the other hand, the young forensic doctor from the Secret Service looked down upon his approach. He felt the temperature of the body, checked the wounds, and said directly:
"Chief Zhang, corpse spots have just formed on the body. Corpse spots usually appear four or five hours after death, so..."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch and said:

"So she should have died at seven or eight in the morning."

His tone was firm and boastful.

Zhang Yi turned his attention to the old man and saw him turning the body over and over to check it several times before he said slowly and politely:
"In my opinion, this man should have been dead for about two hours."

"2 hours?"

Zhang Yi frowned, that is to say around 11 o'clock? But why is there such a big gap in judgment between the two people?
The young forensic doctor was obviously unconvinced. He glanced sideways at the old man and said disdainfully:
"I studied in Japan and watched so many corpses. What do you know?"

The old man shook his head noncommittally.

At this time, I heard the older doctor say:
"What he said is right. It is summer and the weather is hot, and body spots can form in half an hour. Although this body has body spots, there is no rigor mortis, so the murder should have occurred in about two hours. "

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and he said he had learned something. Sometimes theory alone is not enough for these things, it also depends on experience.

Starting from Song Ci's "Resolution of Wrongs" written by Song Ci in the Southern Song Dynasty, the methods of injury examination, autopsy, blood type identification, and death and injury identification have long been established. It can be said that it has a long history. How can it be compared with Japan's small medical skills.

Modern medicine has advanced, and through dissection, the time of death can be accurately determined from the food remaining in the stomach and digestive tract, but these days we can only rely on experience.

'This is knowledge. Knowledge is like underwear, invisible, but very important. You can't keep your butt naked all the time.'

Zhang Yi thought about it and showed some respect to the old man. After all, capable people should be respected everywhere. He continued to ask:

"What else did you discover?"

The old man was quite impressed by Zhang Yi's attitude, smiled and said:

"I just observed the murder weapon. This boning knife is still greasy and smells of lard. The murderer is either a pig butcher or a stolen knife."

Pig-killer?

A stolen knife?

Zhang Yi nodded and said yes, this will provide another clue for the investigation.

While he was relieved, he also had more and more doubts in his heart.

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